Through Woods of Darkness and Evil

Firestorm Apocalypse (LYRICS: MARCHOSIAS) We stand at the dawn of the battle of ages And proudly raise our heads towards an endless blood red sky Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and hate For on this day the cursed ones will finally prevail Fire in the sky – humanity will die Cosmic winds of hate – sealing mankind’s fate The feeble race stands frozen – realising they’re not chosen Their dreams will end in pain – through universal bane A ferocious yet majestic storm slowly rages on Consuming the pathetic mortals’ realm of light Celestial clouds are spitting astral flames without end Reducing pitiful christian souls to blackened dust Not a shadow nor a memory survives in this dimension And even time itself is doomed to perish in the flames Behold this day’s grotesque obliteration of mankind A monumental tribute to the rise of utter darkness A thousand silent centuries have passed Still equilibrium is once again regained Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and honour And as we proudly raise our swords to hail the dark of night A distant light marks the coming of a greater era…

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Infinite Consecration (LYRICS: ASTAROTH DAEMONUM) Our citadel still stands Our throne is not yet conquered Our symbols are still consecrated To the purity of the night There is an ancient world to reveal And once the gates may open wide To gain the treasures of earth with splendid fire And when all seems conquered and disdain A breath of ancient death passes by We celebrate the forthcoming dawn of might Our devoted spirit dwells in melancholy For we have wandered through most ancient times Under the veils of darkness and light When gazing through nightly eyes True wisdom is still left to find “This deep world of darkness do we dread? How oft amidst thick clouds and dark doth heavn’s all-ruling sire Choose to reside, his glory unobscur’d And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne, from whence deep thunders roar” We wander cloaked by the colours of deep forests We fight armed with steel shining like the brightest stars We roam cloaked by the greyness of an empty dawn And we reap the fields veiled by the blackness of the night Now the time of harvest has come close by And soon we shall conquer the essence of shadows and light Our citadel stands strong Our throne will never be conquered Our symbols eternally devoted To the essence of the night

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025